B"H

My Poetry


Here's a bunch of poetry I wrote.  Not much of it is very good, but...  Well, I wrote it.  So here it is.

NOTE:  All poetry is password protected.  If you don't know the password and you would like to read the poetry, please email me by clicking on the send feedback link on the front page.  Please identify yourself and state that you would like the poetry password, and I shall send it to you.  The only reason I password protected it is because I'm a tad paranoid about plagiarism.  Thank you for understanding.

This link goes to all of my poetry, in the order it was written.
chronological poetry index

Here are all of my poems, indivdually listed and chronologically organized:

Forbidden Fruit - Falling in love with the wrong people, and how to avoid it.
Inspiration - The inspiration for my poetry, true friends.
A Friend - This is an ode to a specific friend, but also to true friendship in general.
Trust - A few thoughts about trusting people.
The New Religion - A poem about the weird way people treat interpersonal relationships as a religion.
Self-Esteem - I was being bitter about the whole self-esteem thing.
Peace - Peace.
El dolor del amor es estar sin ti - This poem just came to me, almost too fast for me to write it down.  I didn't even bother to fix the grammar.
Tefilot Shel Batshua - I wrote my own Psalm, taking David's words and cutting and pasting.
I just watched him walk away - About a friend who I had drifted away from and I no longer knew how to greet, not about a guy I was in love with.
Poetry - A poem about... poetry.
aedi - A cute little poem about my muse.
Relief - Relief.
Judgment - A penitential poem.
Arts - A poem about Art.
Sorrow - A poem about finding my One and then realizing it was just a dream.
Prayer - A poem about prayer, this became a study for "Sincerity".
Sincerity - What happened when I rethought "Prayer".
Quiet - A funny little poem I wrote when one of my teachers told this annoying kid to shut up.
Eraser - Regrets of the past.
Untitled - I didn't know what to name this, because it sounds too much like a love poem if I name it after my muse, but it's really about my close friendship with him.
Where Did All the Time Go? - Where Did All the Time Go?  Looking back on high school.
Darkness - Dark times call for dark poems.
College - A contemplative poem about adjusting to college.
Winter - Winter.
Changes - Changes in the weather made me think about changes in myself.
Of Chairs - Philosophy was getting to me.
An Ode to Air Conditioning - It was hot out.
An Ode to Central Heating - I felt it was unfair to forget about central heating.
An Ode to Climate Control - For some reason climate control in general needs its own ode.
Philosophy Class in Taft Garden - My notes the day that we had Philosophy class in Taft Garden.
Passing The Quiz - I passed the quiz!
An Ode To Dining Services - This was a poem I had to write for Hell Week.
There is No Escape - A very difficult April Fool's Day.
The Pain - There's some anthropomorphism involved here.
The Curse Unmasked - My diagnosis.
The Needle In My Spine - Reflections on a spinal tap.
Drugs - Little Pink Pills.
The Aftermath - Reflections on Yom Kippur.
Flutters - Gotta love those lesions on my brain!
Freak - What a freak.
Solitude - Alone in my room…
Fear - The nightmare I keep waking up to.
Fragile - Fragile.
Giving Thanks - A reflection on Thanksgiving.
Politically Correct - What can I call thee?
The Mawrter is Dead, Long Live the Mawrter - Medical leave.
The Tarot, Or, The Fool's Journey - Am I The Fool?
Lament for Bryn Mawr - How I miss the Mawr!
Swarthmore Belltower - Confronting my fear of heights.
A Visit - Seeing you...

All of my poetry is Copyright © 2001-2007 by Batshua.  All rights reserved.

Translation:  I wrote this poetry, please don't steal it.  Please don't even quote it without asking me first.  My muse will get mad at you and will cause you severe injury, and in case you forgot, I take karate, so... well, we'll either hurt you or sue you, we haven't decided which yet, but it won't be pleasant, so please don't plagiarize my stuff. I bet you could write better poetry if you tried anyway.